in Atlanta,
or on the West Coast,
somewhere neutral,
where the salt air
helps us breathe slow.
Let's talk about Gruner
and coffee,
and we will ignore the past
for a few hours,
until we get back
to my place.
We will turn it to dust
and kisses,
do you want it
to be honest?
I got the eyes of my heart
on you!
You are the light
of a photograph,
you are the words
in arrangement.
Show me what you need.
